Fu Ya's expression relaxed, and there was a little light in her eyes. Song Zhiwei said nothing and waited patiently for her to make a decision. Sun Zhuzhu rolled her eyes and added to the fire, "Sister Song, let's go. If it's too late, others will close the stall. It's a holiday today."

"Yes." Song Zhiwei nodded and pretended to leave, "Zhuzhu, let's go quickly, so we don't run out of things to buy."

Fu Chenshi watched things develop quietly, and he also wanted to know ...